In full view of everyone, our Lord "Morning Star", wearing a funny mask, walked to the high platform and waved to everyone somewhat awkwardly.

One of the knights turned his head to a frightened knight and asked in a puzzled tone, "Have you fought this clown-like guy?"

The knight swallowed, "Less than twenty seconds, and this Morning Star didn't even draw his sword, and the brilliance was there." ”

"Hell yes. ”

The other twenty-nine knights who had been eliminated by Constantine couldn't see much better, and it was obvious that the short few tens of seconds in the ring were not a pleasant experience for them.

Charles looked at Constantine and frowned imperceptibly, there was already a variable in this game, and a "morning star" of unknown origin appeared out of nowhere, which was not a good thing for Archbishop Meron's plan.

Suppressing the faint uneasiness in his heart, Charles read out the name of the last contestant: "Rommel Kate, 24 wins, zero losses, advance to the preliminary round." ”

Contrary to the uproar just now, the name appeared, and the audience fell into a dead silence, as if the [Tranquility] arcane was cast, and the birds fell silent.

Rommel may be a relatively unfamiliar name to the ordinary people of the Empire, but the people who can come to the Great Hall are all the elite of the Imperial knight class, how can they not have heard of Rommel's name and deeds.

After the famous dragon spear, a magical genius with the blood of the dragon vein, a young general who stepped into the battlefield at the age of eighteen......

Regardless of the status, it is enough to make all the Imperial knights remember this name firmly.

So, upon hearing this name, the eyes of all the knights of the Holy Empire turned away from Constantine and turned to Rommel who was walking slowly.

A hundred or so glances of obvious hatred and hostility fell on Rommel's somewhat handsome face, and if the knights' gaze could have been as sharp as the sword at their side, Rommel's face would have been undoubtedly riddled with holes and rivers of blood.

It's a pity that even the legendary Sword Saint can't reach the realm of staring people to death just by looking at them.

So Rommel still walked out in a good time, but instead of choosing to walk to the high platform and stand with the other eleven candidates, he turned his head and said in a disdainful tone.

"I know you hate my coming, but you can't even pass the preliminary round, you don't have the right to look at me with this kind of look, so just go back to your hometown. ”

Then he turned his head to the eleven contestants on the high platform, and said proudly: "As for all of you who have proved that you are not waste, I hope you will not disappoint me, otherwise, I don't mind ten days later, I will earn back all the face that the dynasty lost ten years ago in the Sunset Plains, right in this city." ”

Hearing this, the contestants had different expressions, but they reacted almost in unison.

Blaze, who was born as a mercenary, had a bold and violent personality, and when he heard this, his eyes immediately widened, the beard on his chin fluttered at an incredible angle, and a heavy and oppressive warrior aura emanated from his body, and he pressed fiercely towards the dragon lance youth who was a little shorter than him.

Rodrith raised an eyebrow, not having a seizure, but the shield on his shoulder fluttered slightly.

The anger on Angela's face flashed, her thumb lightly clasped the hilt of the sword, and the sharp sword in the sheath automatically popped out of the small half of the sword body, and the clear sword light shot out, and several knights who were close to her suddenly felt an inexplicable tingling pain in their eyes, and while squinting their eyes, the sharp meaning also made them secretly palpitate.

Several students of the Paladine Academy, except for Roland, couldn't help but release their breath, and for a while, several fierce sword intents converged in the center of the auditorium, like several invisible warp and weft lines, converging on Rommel's body, expressing their anger.

The murderous aura released by the ten high-ranking knights was so powerful that even the floor of the auditorium couldn't help but let out a slight moan.

Some of the knights with relatively low strength in the audience couldn't help but tremble slightly, even those swordsmen who also stepped into the high rank, their faces were very reluctant, and the knuckles holding the sword were slightly white.

At this time, they once again felt the huge gap between themselves and the contestants in the ring who eliminated them from the ring.

The Dragon Vein Warlock in the middle of the storm still looked at the elite players on the stage proudly, and in the face of the oppression of several high-level knights and powerhouses, a strong disdain and battle intent appeared in his pupils.

Gusts of ice-blue wind appeared, surrounding him, the smell of ice and snow from the north descended, the temperature inside the auditorium plummeted, and the cold of midwinter spread everywhere.

The faces of almost everyone in the audience changed involuntarily, and they all remembered that in addition to the genius knights and young generals, Rommel's other identity was a magician, and he was also a terrifying warlock with the top dragon blood, who had defeated dozens of high-level mages in the empire in one go.

So it doesn't seem that it is difficult to summon a magic that can destroy the entire Great Hall?

Many people have already started to beat the drum in their hearts.

The knights who were glaring at Rommel on the stage were not afraid at all, as arrogant and powerful warriors, they didn't have much affection for the profession of magicians, not to mention the natural mutual hostility between the Dragon Lance Dynasty and the Holy Empire for hundreds of years.

The atmosphere in the room was tense to the extreme.

Many people focused their attention on Roland, hoping that the strongest man of the younger generation of the Holy Empire would come forward to fight Rommel and maintain the dignity of the Empire, but to their disappointment, this "Imperial Princess" did nothing.

Charles frowned, and looked at Roland casually, only to see that the blonde-haired swordsman's expression was still calm, and he didn't seem to be worried about anything unexpected at all.

There were also many people who looked at the masked Constantine, but to their surprise, the "Morning Star", who had performed amazingly in the arena, had his back against the wall, tilted his head, dozing off, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere in front of him.

The atmosphere became more and more solid, and the surging magic power stirred in the air, like a tumbling tide of rage, and the next moment it was about to brew a torrent that would destroy everything.

Countless people held their breath, looking at the confrontational dragon spear youth and knights, and they didn't dare to come out.

Da Da Da ......

The sound of footsteps came from outside the auditorium, and I saw an old man with gray hair and a wide robe walking in front of everyone's eyes, stepping into the auditorium where the cold winter breeze and fierce sword intent were intertwined, walking calmly, as if walking in his own back garden.

The knights on the stage who belonged to the Palatine Academy, whether it was Gawain, Metternich, or Galahad, couldn't help but change their faces slightly when they saw this old man, and they put away their edges, and the original sword intent of the slaughtering momentum suddenly weakened, and they all bowed humbly.

Rommel looked at the old man, his pupils narrowed, because he found that he couldn't see the upper limit of the old man's strength.

The eyes of the dragon veins that could peep into the flow of magic seemed to be a towering mountain, hidden in the clouds, and it was impossible to see the whole picture.

"Your Excellency, Dean. ”

Charles screamed, and at the same time couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Hearing Charles's voice, in the auditorium, hundreds of the top knights of the empire exclaimed at the same time, and many people looked at the old man with reverence and fanaticism in their eyes, and they got up one after another, and the next moment, the long-lasting applause resounded through the dome of the auditorium, as if they were cheering for the arrival of the hero.

"Marshal Morgan!"